Each evening holidaymakers pick their way over the rippled sand flats sucked dry by the retreating tide. Heads down, people and ibis poke about on what was an hour ago the seabed. Soldier crabs toss and sift the sand searching for food. Gulls puff their feathers against the cool breeze while the setting sun bathes the whole scene a delicate gold. Me, all that I see is music to the soul and music written in the sand.
Today’s post was inspired by this morning’s discussion with fellow blogger Miriam of OutanAbout.
https://outanabout.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/wednesday-wondering/
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Oh, I love walking on sand – the sort we used to call ‘coggley-woggley’ when I was small (well, I still do, actually). Great photos!
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So happy I was able to inspire you. This is a beautiful post, full of deep colors and textures. Love it.
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Did I mention the little purple soldier crabs… Thanks
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Wow, they sound awesome. I’ve never seen them.
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Cute as buttons.
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